Slaughtered Lamb
Yesterday I went shopping at Wisma. I saw a shirt I really liked, selling for RM 70. I bought it for RM60. I knew the discount wasn’t that great, but I was willing to buy it because I liked it. Continuing on with my spree, I went to the shop around the corner. There I saw that exact same shirt selling for RM 45.90. Oh shucks! I HATE being slaughtered.
I am back at work already. Ever since I started work in January, I have been sooooo busy. Rushing this file, rushing that file. Clients chasing me for the accounts; phoning me EVERDAY. I mean EVERYDAY. Somedays when I am by myself in the fishtank aka office, I feel like switching off the lights and working in the dark. Hmmm…at least then I could pretend I am not in the office…???
I have been in heaven aka Labuan for the past 2 weeks. My most joyous experience there during my last trip was shopping with Marcel at Utama Jaya. I wanted to buy beer. Heineken? Tiger? Carlsberg? So many choices! Being a non drinker, I had no idea what to get! After standing in the aisle for like 1/2 hour and him about to kill me for my indecisiveness, I decided to get 10 cans of Tiger and 2 cans of Heineken. Actually I bought 2 cans of Heineken just to entertain Marcel. He insisted I must get Heineken coz it is of better quality, smoother but more bitter?!?!?!
Marcel asked me a strange question the other day. He asked ‘Why are you so goddamn happy, every minute, every hour, every day?’ Hmmm…I also dont know. Actually I didn’t realise that I look very happy every minute every hour every day. Deep down I am not. My soul is crying out desperately for help from someone, anyone. Hahaha!
I know that Marcel hates working with me. It stresses him out when we are on the same job. I make him do all the crappy fun things in the audit jobs. Audit programs and planning documents are certainly his favorites! But the poor soul hasn’t got a choice. He’ll have to work with me until he quits or…to be continued…
